Tuesday Teaser

This week’s teaser is from Bloodlust: The Blades of Khazak Khrim (Domains of the Chosen #5).


Bloodlust: The Blades of Khazak Khrim Cover

This scene if from the battle under the spires. Imagine two armies clashing over a huge underground chamber, rapidly filling with the dead, magic slinging back and forth, and the sheer claustrophobic terror of such a fight.

Durekk struggled to keep in formation with his brothers. He was on the left side of The Blood holding the centre of the chamber. Their battle hymn was ragged now, and the air in the chamber was worse than that of the forges in the Seventh Hall combined with the tepid swamps of the Niyiki. Keldin was down, struck by some Krassian magic that shocked him right through his armour.

Up ahead he saw the Hundath hurl themselves at the Chosen wielding a sword of light. Flanked by towering forms and backed by Legionnaires, she seemed invincible as she cut down a trio of muscular warriors with a single swipe of her weapon and then sent a beam of light flashing into the ranks, turning more of the fearless warriors into ash. Durekk actually felt pity for the Hundath, but also pride at the courage that they showed. He hoped that some of them earned a place among his brothers in their next life.

The man he was bracing fell, and Durekk found himself on the front lines. A lithe figure faced him, the spears of the Phalanx thrusting out from behind him like a crown of war. Those spears did not give Durekk pause: the Hoplites of Kirif were no match for The Blood. The lithe figure, however, was one of the thrice-damned Krassian magic-users.

Elf-like, pale skinned and red-eyed, like one of the servants of the Adversary, the figure faced their lines. Durekk steadied himself, shield-up, sword-ready, shoulder to shoulder with his brothers. Then the figure gestured, and lightning leapt from his hand into the ranks of The Blood.

Durekk cried out through locked teeth as his limbs seized. He thought of the cold waters closing over him in the last test. Luckily his stance was steady and he kept to his feet despite the crushed mass of bodies underfoot. Somehow he drew breath. The man to the right was not so fortunate, and he stumbled.

Instantly the lithe Krassian darted forward, thin sword darting at the warrior’s exposed Heaume. So deft was the strike that Durekk barely registered the movement. The thin tip of the blade slid through the tiny eye-slit, piercing eye and brain. As the sword withdrew, a string of blood stretched away with it. Durekk felt a shiver run down his spine as the blood continued to run into the sword, now being sucked out of the warrior’s helm and absorbed into the blade.

The lithe figure smiled, revealing sharp fangs.

Durekk righted himself, locked shields again, and prayed that he would survive.

Durekk is one The Blood, essentially the pinnacle of a caste system that believes in racial and religious superiority. Despite his abhorrent beliefs he has some positive qualities and is closer to a normal soldier than the inhumanely powerful Chosen.


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